Discover the poetic beauty in ’33’ by (hed) p.e.. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of (hed) p.e. or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
nine hundred ninety seven revolutions
Gone round the sun
The spirits leave as they come
Rude people-the meek-the young ones
Wait without fear so near to the year of the new millennium
These wide open eyes
They look to the sky
Then they listen for the mission
Envision
One head on collision with the power that be
The end of your religion and the beginning of my unity
Stay tuned to me, all this is new to me
It got me trippin’ like some LSD
We come deep like the sea coming high like the sky
Waiting for you and yours to die
Here they come, here they come, here they come
Little fresh, young little girl
I swear she feel like a woman to me
All your boys remain boys so mamma run to me
She came to me so I had to turn the trick out
Slappin’ that ass
Bitin them baby backs
Down to the bone, we in a zone yo
Been on the road so long don’t know when to go home yo
Cross the state line to Cali. deep in Orange County
If ya don. t know shit about me don. t doubt me
Here they come, here they come, here they come
And when we come we come we come hard yeah
And when we come we come come correct
And when we come we come we come hard yeah
And when we come we must come correct
And when we come we come hard yeah
And when we come we come come correct
And when we come we come hard
And when we come we must come motherfukin’ correct
My one greatest nemesis enemy is me
Versus me in a battle to the death
Hear my tale rattle feel the heat
Of my breath on the back of my own neck
My heart pound in my chest
No rest no trust no hope
This nigga can. t cope this dope got me schizo
The son should. ve listened to his mother
From the get go now he get no got no love
Stuck up on your back like a beetlebug nigga
Here they come, here they come, here they come